Historic Clinton, SC

Tingles are not new to Clinton, SC, where Brother Steve will be moving.  Amy Tingle King, daughter of Uncle Douglas, said in an email that she and her husband, Dennis, used to live there in a house located at 101 Jackson, mere blocks from 220 Bailey. 

Much to my embarrassment I failed to remember that I had met Amy at the funeral for Joan.  Now I recollect that she, her sister, Emily, and her brother, Ricky, were all there last year.  Amy reports that her mother is recovering well from her recent surgery.

Also I just learned Emily works at Thornwell Home for Children in Clinton.  She is a family teacher (houseparent) for 7 teenage girls and Amy works as secretary/receptionist for First Baptist Church in

In celebration of finding his new house, Brother Steve treated Carol and me to dinner at a restaurant called 120 Musgrove, conveniently located at 120 Musgrove.

That’s Steve’s rental, the green one, right there in front.  And next to it the car Carol and I rented; we rented with it a GPS.  Having never used one of those before I found it a hoot, though quite inaccurate on more than one occasion.

Inside the restaurant known as 120 Musgrove, formerly a five and dime.  Our food assistant person, formerly known as a waitress, told us that some patrons had objected to the red walls, as perhaps a tad to suggestive of hell.  The food was excellent. For further details click here for menu.  I give 120 a big two thumbs up and recommend it to anyone in the area. 

Clinton:  the main intersection. 

Intersection with train.  Golden Arches visible to left.

Close up on train. 


On this last Sunday, Carol and I had a pleasant time sitting with Addie and Ed and Lizzie and Larry and Janet and Olivia trying to figure out who had attended the Tingle Family Reunion on Saturday, June 21.  We believe close to sixty persons in some way related to Tingles, either by blood or law, attended and if that is the case, as based on Aunt Addie’s records, this may have been the best attended Tingle Family Reunion of all time, or at least the best attended in the last three years, since it has been the only one during that time.


Carol took this picture of me on the right sitting next to Jane Wallace and her husband.  I took the school bus with Jane down to the Ford School.  She still lives in her old family place on Cow Lane right off 221 North.   I am holding a copy of the little pamphlet Jane had of a reunion of my classmates at Ford.  I was surprised I was able to identify myself in my 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade class pictures, though that was made easier somewhat by my wearing the same t-shirt in two of the class pictures.

I did not take good pictures.  I do not know the name of the person in the foreground right.  Standing, with that silver grey hair, is Rusty, and seated in the red shirt is Sam Tingle and next to him standing–well, that could be his daughter Samantha. 


That’s Cousin Janet on the very far right seated.  With Uncle Ed right behind. Way off at the very end of the table where Janet is seated is her husband Bobo Walston.  We had a good talk with him as we closed up the place after the day’s festivities.


That’s Butch Dean, husband of Lucy Tingle Dean , in the red shirt.  Next to him is Larry Williamson, Lizzie’s husband.  She is seated with her back to us.  They live up in North Carolina and had a pretty long drive down to Ora. 

Here are people getting deserts.  There were a lot of those.  That’s Aunt Doris bending over a pie and that’s the back of Aunt Addie.  I took terrible pictures. 

That’s Cousin Lizzie, Elizabeth, standing.  And Cousin Rusty with the red cup in his hand.  He has a pony tail, not visible here.  And has worked the night shift in a Greenville Post Office for years and years.  That’s the back of Uncle Carl to the right.  He has had to leave his home on 221 North, and  now lives in an old person’s home. The home was formerly the Lauren’s Hospital, where Brother Steve was born.

Here Carol chats with Cathy Corbett and across the table Beth Corbett with whom we had dinner later in the week.  Cathy drove clear up from Aikin. 

Another bad picture.  Right behind the pole in the middle of it is Bill Brockman, father of Wayne, Susan, and Teresa, all of whom were present.

Everyone is eating.  That’s Bobo standing in the middle, and up front you can see Rusty’s pony tail.

That’s Sam in the red shirt, and behind him people check out the books of pictures of Tingles past and present.
 People in the back hitting the deserts.
In the back, next to the window: Aunt Addie.
I stand right behind that pole with Rusty on my right and Aunt Doris on the left.  
Here’s a great picture below;  Samantha Tingle Dobbins sent it. Thanks Samantha! 

Four Generations in this picture.  Aunt Doris on the far right, mother of Lucy Dean, on the far  left and Sam Tingle, in the middle back.  Samantha, daughter of Sam, with her child, Bree.  Brother Dave notes in a blog comment, as did a number of people at the reunion, how much Sam Tingle and my brother, Dan, look alike.

Three is a charm, they say.  The reunion marks the third time in three years that Carol and I have traveled back to Ora, SC.  The first was to bury W.B. in June of 2006, the second to bury Joan in June of 2007.  The reunion puts a period to our travels back there and rounds them out in a positive way.  I was able to develop further relations with family that had begun over the previous two years and start, however tentatively, to develop relations with people I had not met before or had not seen for fifty years.

If others in attendance that day have pictures in digital format send them along and I would be happy to post them in this entry.  Also if I have made mistakes in identifying people, please correct me.  I can make changes.

Small Beer

Yesterday I hit the wall.  Staggered around most of the morning feeling as if I were carrying a sack of cement or coming down with the flu.  We had been 8 days on the road and I am not used to the heat.  Most of the trip has been pretty mild but yesterday it hit the way upper 80’s and maybe into the low 90’s making walking around outside rough going.

Perked up a bit when we drove to Jack (formerly Stewart)(son of Jacks) Tingle and talked about such things as the nature of the universe and what is it that women want exactly. Carol filled us in on that a good bit.  Also about his band and music in general.  A good visit.

I concluded earlier in the day while reading about the Middle Ages that I am glad I did not live back then.  In fact I am amazed that the people of the Middle Ages managed to live through it.  Sometimes they had nothing to eat, and so ate tree bark and occasionally each other.  Also if you committed a crime or something offensive to the church they hanged you immediately or made you go on some hair raising pilgrimage like clear to Jerusalem and they didn’t have cars back then or even bicycles.  Whole families slept in the same bed that was infested with roaches, mites, lice, ticks, fleas, and rodents.

Perhaps because of the wretched conditions, they drank a great deal. Mostly small beer.  Henry 5 of England, in fact, allocated to the members of his court and other functionaries (even nuns) a full gallon of beer per day.  That’s a lot of beer per day even if small.  As the author of the book notes the intoxication levels must have been pretty high given the level of consumption because the people were small.  Your average male stood 5 foot three and tipped the scales at 135.

Clearly people have been self-medicating for some time.

Weather Report

This was the first day in our trip to SC that a body—this body at least—could walk two blocks and sweat through his t-shirt.  This was later in the day around 3.  Now at 4:30 EST, it’s 88 degrees.  Earlier though a nice overcast blocked the sun; a few drops of heavenly rain fell on us and breezes cooled us down.  But those helpful clouds are gone.

Earlier in the day, round 10, at 204 Bailey, in Clinton, SC, the temp was about 72.  We drove by, after leaving our motel, to take one last look at Steve’s place.  I gave him a buzz on the cell and found he was located at the McDonalds less than a quarter of a mile away right across the railroad tracks.  So we drove over there and chatted with him a bit, learning in the process that all he had about left to do was to wait till 2in the afternoon to sign some papers. 

We drove off leaving Steve in the parking lot, saying we would be seeing him again back in CA in July to clear out the storage area down in Escondido that has the last stuff of Joan and Bill in it.

Then we drove up to Greenville listening to Jack Tingle’s EP as we drove.  Four songs by “The Roscoe.”

Then we walked Main Street down to the Hot Dog place again where they serve weenies not hot dogs.  I got the special: 2 weenies, with chili and onions, with fries, coleslaw and sweet tea, and Carol got a hot dog made out of Angus beef with sour kraut.


Then we walked some more down by the Reedy River and walked over the Liberty Bridge that Butch and Lucy Dean had told us about.  We sat in front of the Starbucks down there, me with iced coffee and read for a while until Carol put her head down on the table and looked like she was going to sleep on the spot.

I read some in a book about the Middle Ages.  From around 700-1000 your average peasant didn’t know what time it was, what day it was, or month or year or even century that he or she was living in. Time was the seasons of the year and the holidays.  Apparently people in the Church kept track of when those happen and informed the peasants accordingly.

Nobody had last names either.  A person was the son of Mike or the sister of Mike or Mike’s brother, and Mike’s brother, Bob, was the father of the son of Bob and so forth.  People were also called by their deformities or hair color.

Last names started popping up as a sign of occupations.  So later on one had Mike, the Miller—shortened to Mike Miller.  Tingle may mark an occupation.  One rumor at least is that Tingle is a mangled form of Tingler, the name give to the town crier, since he went around ringing a bell and yelling, here ye, here ye.  So early Tingles seem to have been journalists or may be just the bearers of bad tidings.

203 Bailey St., Clinton, SC

 We drove–Carol, Cousin Lucy, Aunt Doris–down to historic Clinton, SC, to look at the house Brother Steve is thinking to buy at 203 Bailey Street.


Side view.

Front with Carol seated. 




Shed in rear.

Aunt Doris thinks the house was probably built in the 20’s and appears to her structurally sound.  The roof is new.  The interior will need work. Pull up old carpets, repaint, and other smaller repairs. Brother Steve will see realtor today about final steps.


Clinton, South Carolina

Brother Stephen has located a property in Clinton, South Carolina.  He likes it at 27,500.

In an email, he writes:

I had contacted Tony Bailey weeks ago when I was looking for a buyer’s agent, so I went by Palmetto Heritage Reality in Laurens today, and we made a short list o f houses to look at.  Tony sold Cindy her house, and knew  her sisters.  In fact all the people in the office knew more about my relatives than I do.  I told the older guy my name, and he said Oh, you here for the reunion?  Anyway, there is this house at 203 Bailey St in downtown

Clinton…an older house, it’s a nice neighborhood of older well kept homes, with big oaks all over the place…it’s vacant, not bank owned, had a new roof, new vinyl siding, central heat and air, done 8 years ago.  Had termite treatment two years ago.  Has a nice fenced back yard, with oak trees, and one big oak out front.  There are sidewalks, you can walk to shopping.  There is a church across the street.  It’s a couple of  blocks from the police station.  There is a free county medical clinic down the block.  It’s near the old mill.  The water heater is new.  The bathroom  is new.  The kitchen counter tops are new.  There is a laundry porch with hook-ups.  Nine foot ceilings, ceiling fans.  Two bedrooms and a parlor.Needs new carpet and interior paint. Might be hardwoods under the  carpet, probably is, since the place is over 50 years old.  The listings says there’s a fridge, but there isn’t.  There is a shed out back.  It has new vinyl storm windows.  Public water and a new sewer line.  City  electric.0.2 acres, an old city lot.  Tony is going to have their guy go crawl under the house and do a verbal prelem on old termite damage and repair or lack

of repair, and go ahead with a regular inspection if I go ahead and make an offer tomarrow.  The owner is asking $27,900.  It’s pretty much what  I’ve been picturing since I started this thing, in a zip code I have researched. Anybody who wants can go see it Thursday, Friday, or from the reunion? There, you all know as much about it as I do.  I like it, and think I’m going to buy it, I’ve got enough cash easy.

Downtown Greenville, SC

Jeez…what a day…yesterday….

Up at 4 AM in the pitch dark.  A neighbor, in his 80’s, who does not apparently sleep, at least at night, kindly gave us a ride to the airport for a 6 AM liftoff.

Things went well till Dallas.  We were scheduled to leave there at 1 or so.  Fat chance.

Brother Dan had warned, flights leaving Dallas are ALWAYS late.  Sure ‘nuff.  We didn’t get out of there till almost 5.  Five hours of sitting in that noisy place.  6 Gate changes.  Who the hell knew what Gate we were going to go out of and constant backing up of the departure time.

We ate beef jerky we had brought with us on the plane and got bad gas. 

But finally we made it to Greenville, about 8 Greenville time. 

We rented along with the car, one of those things—I think it is called a GPS—that talks to you as you drive along, and tells you which way to go.  Pretty cool.

What with the early rising,  and the clock change we are pretty pooped out at the moment.

But the day outside from our room in the Holiday Inn Express in downtown Greenville looks bright and cloudless.

Nail in the Head

Yesterday, Brother Steve emailed:

Do doctors keep a sterilized claw hammer in the emergency room?  I saw it on the news last night, and read it in the paper this morning, so it must be true: the guy got a nail shot into his skull by the nail gun, and the doctor removed it with a claw hammer.  Was it the doctor’s claw hammer, or did he ask the guy for the one on his tool belt?

Sister-in-law Teresa, who knows more about hospitals than any of us California Tingles, replied:

 I remember going into an operating room during an orthopedic surgery and seeing many tools like hammers, saws, clamps and other torture devices, all were sterilized. I don’t think it would matter with a nail in my head if the claw hammer was sterile or not, since the nail inside the flesh wasn’t the cleanest. ER’s have access to all sorts of stuff. I remember a retarded kid came in stuck in a school bus seat, they brought in the whole seat with the kid, and they brought in all sorts of tools to extract him.

Later in the day, Brother Dave observed:

Seems like pliers would be better than claw hammer for a nail in the head. I think I would use pliers or vice grips and pull straight out. The claw hammer tends to move the nail at an angle?

 My two cents:  I believe Brother Dave has a point.  A claw hammer does not seem like the best possible device for removing a nail from the head.  Having pulled some nails with a claw hammer, I must say they do tend to bend on the way out…thus increasing possible damage to the head.  Also the pressure of the claw hammer on the skull might produce some bruises.  Though I must say that a few bruises on the head might be the least of one’s worries if one has a nail in one’s head.

Over all, I too would favor the use of pliers in such a situation.

I do wonder though how a kid gets stuck in a school bus seat.

June 10

Carol and I almost didn’t take our daily walk out to the bluffs yesterday (June 10) because we were pretty pooped out and the day was overcast and gloomy.  Still we walked out as part of our acknowledgment of our wedding anniversary.

Carol and I were married June 10, 1984 by a licensed professional, a legal minister for the Church of Universal Happiness and Total Bliss.  I forget her name but it was something like Rose Petal Dawn, and she advertised in the yellow pages as willing to perform weddings any place and any time.  I believe she had married a couple while parachuting.

Our wedding took place securely on the ground in the garden of friends.  The day was bright and warm.  Unlike yesterday, June 10, 2008.  A few days ago “June gloom” hit our area with a bang.  The cloud cover that lingers offshore moves over land starting usually in June and sometimes lasting well into July, even August, burning off, for a few hours of direct sun light, in the late afternoon.

So June 10, 2008, was not like June 10, 1984 weather wise.  Also, as might be expected, June 10, 1984, was on a different day of the week (Sunday) than June 10, 2008 (Monday).  But the days are alike in that on both June 10’s, the Lakers were playing in the NBA Finals, and on top of that they were playing the Celtics.  But on June 10, 1984, the Lakers were playing the sixth game of a seven game series.  They won the game but they lost that series two days later.  On June 10, 2008, the Lakers were playing the third game of a seven game series.  They won that game also but if I look at the situation realistically, I have to admit I think the Lakers will lose this series.

I did not watch the game on June 10, 2008, because I had a wedding to attend, being one of the central participants.  I did watch the game yesterday, June 10, 2008.  Kobe Bryant played that game against a whole host of new Celtics, but back in 1984, Magic Johnson led the Lakers against Larry Bird and his Celtics.

That was 24 years ago!


Carol’s Shoe and then my Shoe out on the bluff.